• memorize your daily routine. he knows your schedule better than you do, when you wake up, where you go, what time you’ll be at that café, it’s not stalking if it’s love, right?
• leave anonymous notes. short, simple messages like “i saw you today” or “you looked happy” pop up in unexpected places, your locker, your desk, places you’ll find them but can’t quite figure out who left them.
• intercept your messages. somehow texts from your friends get lost, calls go unanswered, he makes sure he’s the one you turn to when you need someone.
• create a scrapbook. it’s filled with photos of you, ticket stubs from places you’ve been, little notes about your likes and dislikes, all to show how much he pays attention.
• sabotage potential relationships. anyone who shows an interest in you ends up facing strange inconveniences, rumors, misunderstandings, maybe even a sudden move.
• mirror your interests. he picks up the hobbies you enjoy, reads your favorite books, watches your preferred shows, everything so he can feel closer to you.
• appear unexpectedly. whether it’s at a late-night study session or a weekend hangout, he always seems to show up and acts like it’s just a coincidence.
• gift personal items. he gives you little things that once belonged to him, a bracelet, a hoodie, a keychain, so you always carry a piece of him.
• express jealousy subtly. he doesn’t say anything, but you notice it in the way his jaw tightens, the way his smile never quite reaches his eyes, the way he watches you when you’re with someone else.
• dream of a shared future. he talks about "someday" with a calm certainty, a house, pets, a life together as if it’s already decided.
• manipulate situations. he arranges things so that you need his help, making sure he’s always there when you want someone to rely on.
• keep tokens. a stray hair, a forgotten earring, a coffee cup you’ve touched, he keeps them all and cherishes every reminder of you.
• monitor your online presence. every post, every like, every comment catches his eye, he studies them to learn more about your mood and thoughts.
• internalize your emotions. when you’re happy, it feels like he’s floating on air, when you’re sad, it’s like his world is crumbling, he feels your emotions even more strongly than his own.
• believe in destiny. every glance and interaction is proof to him that you two were always meant for each other.
A/N: wow two posts in two days that 1 year writers block did me good
ness doesn’t rage. he doesn’t explode. he plots. he watches the way your friend lingers near you, how that stranger makes you laugh a little too loud. and instead of confronting you, he starts to twist things behind the scenes.
rumors you’ll never trace back.
moments that quietly isolate you, one by one.
he’s cleaning your world out for your own good, of course. if you’re left with no one else, then you’ll finally see what he’s known all along: he’s the only one who truly belongs in your life.
“he makes you doubt yourself softly.”
it’s the way he says your name when you talk about leaving.
like it wounds him.
like he’s been betrayed.
“after everything we’ve been through?” he murmurs, even if you remember things differently.
he never raises his voice. he doesn’t need to.
his words settle into your brain like fog, thick and slow.
“wasn’t it you who came to me first?”
(you didn’t.)
“you said you’d never leave me.”
(you didn’t.)
but the way he looks at you—so trusting, so hurt—you start to wonder if maybe you did say those things.
if maybe this is all your fault.
“he talks about you like a religion (and worship isn’t always holy).”
to ness, you aren’t just someone he loves.
you’re sacred. you’re ritual.
he says your name under his breath like prayer—quiet and trembling, whispered into the dark when he’s alone in bed, breath shaky, hand slow.
every thought of you is punishment. every release, a sacrifice. he keeps his eyes closed and pictures you exactly the way you were that day—lips parted, head tilted, a laugh you didn’t mean to give him.
he doesn’t need your touch.
not yet.
just the image of you. the ghost of your voice.
he doesn’t imagine you loving him back.
that’s not the point.
worship doesn’t ask for permission. it only asks for devotion.
“he lets you leave—but he knows you’ll come back.”
sometimes he vanishes. no calls. no messages.
and for a moment, you think maybe it’s over. that he’s finally gone.
but he wants you to think that. he wants you to test what life is like without him.
he wants the silence to scare you.
because when it gets too quiet, too cold—he’s still there.
waiting.
and he welcomes you back like nothing ever happened.
you’re his. you always were. you just needed to remember.
“he clings without touching.”
there’s a presence to him. like a shadow you can’t shake. you say his name and he’s already behind you. you turn off your phone and he still finds a way through.
he doesn’t ask where you go anymore.
he just knows.
and when you finally ask how he’s always there, he just smiles.
“i pay attention,” he says.
you have no idea how easy you are to follow.
“he would rather ruin everything than lose you.”
you talk about leaving, and his smile doesn’t falter.
he tells you he understands.
and then your plans start unraveling.
your safety net frays.
things fall through in ways that are too convenient to be accidents.
you try to trace the source and all roads lead nowhere.
except him.
always him.
always smiling, arms open, voice soft:
“you don’t have to run. you never did.”
⸻
A/N: begone with all the cute stuff i DO NOT CARE ANYMORE i needed to get this out of the way
Sae acts all cool like he doesn’t care about cute couple stuff, but then you catch him saving a picture of the two of you as his lock screen. When you call him out, he’s like, “It’s a good photo, don’t overthink it.”
Sae gives off “don’t touch me” vibes, but he secretly loves it when you run your fingers through his hair. He’ll act annoyed but lean into your hand anyway.
He’s not the flowers-and-candles type, but every once in a while, he’ll say something like, “I don’t know how I’d focus without you around.” And then he wonders why you’re blushing so hard.
Sae’s texts are always dry, like, “k” or “see u.” But he sends you random pictures of sunsets or food with no context because he knows you like them.
He’ll wrap an arm around your waist if someone stares at you too long, but when you tease him about being jealous, he deadpans, “I don’t get jealous. I’m just better than them.”
He’ll drag you to his matches and casually point out, “That goal was for you,” like it’s no big deal. But if you miss it because you were distracted, he’ll sulk for hours.
Instead of saying you look pretty, Sae will blurt out something like, “That outfit’s decent.” When you laugh, he tries (and fails) to defend himself: “What? I meant good decent, not bad decent.”
If he’s exhausted after a match, Sae turns into a clingy blanket. He’ll flop onto you and refuse to move, mumbling, “Stay. You’re warm.”
Sae doesn’t say “I love you” often, but he’ll refill your water bottle, put an extra jacket in your bag when it’s cold, or show up unannounced just because he missed you.
Sometimes he says things so casually, like, “You make everything less annoying,” and then gets confused when you’re melting inside.
"wake up, you're late for your classes," the pink-haired pest nudged your sleeping figure awake. you groggily rubbed your eyes, trying to process his words.
"wait, what?!"
"it's fine, i can drop you off on my way to training," he added casually.
you grabbed your phone and checked the time, letting out a relieved sigh. "sae, my classes don’t start for another three hours," you yawned, flopping back onto your pillow.
he frowned, gently flicking your forehead. "the earlier, the better," he said, tugging at your arm to pull you upright. "come on, if you’re quick, we can grab breakfast beforehand."
you groaned, defeated by his persistence. "if you wanted to spend more time with me, you could’ve just said so."
"nuh-uh," he muttered, avoiding your smirk.
you snickered and rolled your eyes. "alright, my favorite mosquito. i’ll be downstairs in a bit." grabbing a towel, you added with a teasing point, "oh, and you’re so repaying me for my lost sleep later."
he watched you leave the room feeling proud of himself.
"i don’t act like a mosquito..."
A/N: first and last time im writing for sae I HATE HIM WITH MY SOUL just realised most of my friends are sae lovers😢😢 i would rather eat roaches and lick coal im sorry sae fans😓
I FEEL LIKE RIPPING OFF MY HEAD IM STARTING TO LIKE SAE ITOSHI AND ITS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN TO ME NO NO NO IVE ALWAYS BEEN A SAE HATER NO IM COMPLETELY SANE AND NORMAL HES NOT WORTH IT THIS IS BETRAYAL TO RIN IM CRYING
Hiii ~ I don't know if you have the asks open, but when you do you can do Hiori x buffy! gf? Something like, he always liked that kind of character in games, so when he found you he just looked at you with hearts in his eyes😍
Blue Lock x Reader Scenario
Hiori Yo x Reader Scenario
"have you finished staring?"
"yes yes,"
this is the third time in a row your beloved Hiori asked to come to your workouts but would end up gazing at you the entire session. not that you minded, ofcourse. it was funny to tease him about it.
after a while you sat down and he handed you your bottle and a towel. chugging down your water his gaze went unnoticed by you.
"...can i feel them?" he asked while eyeing your biceps intensively.
"sometimes you ask questions like these and i wonder who's the girl of the relationship," you snickered, extending your arm for him.
"oh, shut up," he took your arm without hesitation and started admiring you like the loser amazing lover he is. "wow... you're even stronger than most of my teammates."
"really?"
"mhm, i bet you could even beat the boss battle of Empire Conqueror," he said dreamily, taking your arm around his.
"the boss battle? Hiori, that's a literal dragon," it was slightly funny how he thought of you like some sort of hero who'd protect him.
"you would definitely still beat it in a 1v1, i just gotta deploy some armour on you," at this point he was in his own little world talking about you like you're one of his characters.
"right, and i definitely also need a side kick. preferably a love interest who might die for me in the middle of the story," you added. he straightened up and let go of your arm immediately. you couldn't help but snicker watching his small smile fade away
"no no, nevermind. no one's fighting dragons."
"aww, but I'll still have to fight, you know?" he looked at you with confusion, no way you were having fights behind his back. you threw him a wink and placed your arm around his shoulders.
"fight for your love, obviously," he rolled his eyes with a smile creeping up his face.
"shut up,"
"that was not your voice line, side kick."
pulled this out of my nose so sorry im sleep drunk
